IT'S. SO. POOFY.

AN. Hi, :3.

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The fire roared as the forest burned around the clearing. Standing in the middle was a being with leather jacket and pants and a skull for a head on fire.

"Burn down you shitty forest!" Cackling, the skeleton proceeded forward as multiple men in suits laid on the ground, unconscious.

"Momma! Momma, where are you...?" A young girl called from behind a tree.

Calmly walking towards the girl, the flaming skeleton head approached the crying child from behind. Raising his leather fist, he spread open his fingers. Fire spread to each finger, making a large claw of fire.

"Cry little girl, fuel my flames with your flesh!" He swung down his hand.

Strangely the girl stopped crying only to turn around and smirk at the man. "Hehe, Mama and Papa are going to make you bye-bye." She said sticking her tongue out.

'Why would their be a girl by herself in the middle of the woods unless... it's a trap!' But the he was too late as two bisecting lines appeared on his torso. The biker skeleton burst into flames before crumbling into ash. The nearby winds blew the ash, scattering his remains forever.

By the girl's sides were a man and a women who were now cuddling the child.

"Yui, are you alright?"

"We told you not to run off, young lady!"

Holding the black haired child -Yui- in their arms was a chestnut haired girl with a rapier in her hands.

"Don't cry Mama, he couldn't even scratch me! And wasn't my acting great!" The child said proudly.

The black haired man with two dark colored swords narrowed his eyes in worry. "We know, but promise us that you won't do that again, or no more ice-cream before bed, alright?" He said in a serious tone.

Yui started shivering as tears appeared in her eyes, "Yes, Papa, I won't do it again. Just don't take my ice-cream!" Asuna, still holding her daughter, glared at her husband before turning back to swaddle the child.

Kirito picked up his phone and dialed in a number. "Hello? Yeah, I need to report something..."

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(Dream)

She walked down the hall to the familiar clubroom. Sliding the door open, she greeted the person she knew was always inside.

"Hey, senpai." She said in a happy voice.

Sliding across the floor, she pointed at him with both hands. "You're looking gross as ever."

Strangely, he didn't express any emotion. He only glanced at her before turning back to his canvas. Trying to provoke an funny expression from his face, she kept insulting him.

"Gross! Gross! Grossy-gross!" She said, wiggling around. "You're so gross, senpai!" She finished with her signature tease face. But he still ignored her, continuing to draw on the canvas.

Pouting, she stopped and frowned as she looked at him.

"He's not that gross, is he?"

"Not that gross."

Turning around, she saw her friends Yoshi-chan and Gamo-chan standing in the hallway. Walking past her, they shoved her behind them as they approached senpai.

"Let's go hang out, Paisen." Gamo said. "It beats being around Hayacchi and being called gross, doesn't it?"

"Doesn't it?" Yoshi repeated.

'He's.... MINE,' she thought, making a scary face.

"True." Senpai said, finally talking. "It does."

'WHAT?!' She screamed internally. She was sure her face was making a shocked face.

With each arm, Gamo and Yoshi grabbed one against their breasts.

"That's the spirit." Gamo said.

"The Spirit."

"Later, Nagatoro." Walking past her frozen body, they left the club room.

Like a broken mirror, her surroundings became broken and fragmented before falling apart.

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(Present)

"Ahhh!" Sitting up, she screamed.

"What's wrong?" Worried, her senpai looked at her concerned.

Sweating, she quickly calmed down. "Nothing." She noticed that a a sleeping bag was opened up, covering her body like a blanket. "Did you bring this here for me?" She asked.

"I couldn't have you catching a cold." He said. "I happened to have a sleeping bag on me, so..." Seeing that she was alright, he sat back down.

Blushing, she avoided eye contact with him.

"You're not that gross today, senpai."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

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School had just ended and the sun was high in the sky.

He was drawing again today. This time, he was a modeling an empty bottle. It was then that he felt an ominous presence.

Looking up from his drawing, he saw Nagatoro staring at him from he couch. Ignoring her, he hoped that she wouldn't try and do anything weird again.

"I bet you're sensitive, senpai." He spoke too soon.

"How?" He asked. Slightly curious as to where she was going with this.

"In more ways then one. You're a virgin too. You'll probably make funny noises if I tickled you." She said with leering eyes. Suddenly she started forcefully laughing at a random octaves. "Like that."

"What? I-I'm pretty ordinary." He said, scooting his stool a little bit away from the girl. "I'm ordinary."

Standing up, Nagatoro sluggishly lurched her body around like a zombie. Both of her hands were already making grabbing gestures. "Shall we find out, then?" As soon as said that, she jumped on him.

Instinctively, his arms moved forward to catch the girl. But after realizing what he did, it was too late. She had already latched onto his sides.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"Haha! Stop! HAH-Sto-Ha-!"

Five minutes later, he was lying on the couch, gasping for air after laughing too hard.

"I knew it. Senpai's sensitive."

"What?" He said, peeved at her comment. "What about you, then?"

Sitting to him, she put her hands before her back, reclining back into the sofa cushion. "I'm not ticklish at all." Smiling, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Want to find out?"

Nope, he wasn't going to fall for this trap.

"Then again, there's no way you're going to tickle a girl." Leaning in closer to him, she started poking his shoulder. "That's way too much for a virgin like you, right, senpai?"

Trying to protect his dignity, he called her bluff.

"I could tickle you, n-no problem."

"Oh? Really?" Unbuttoning her shirt, she slowly slid the shirt off the shoulder. As she was doing so, his mind went '~#^$^&*^%$#*&().'

"Okay, go ahead." Fully taking off her shirt, she revealed the swimsuit she was wearing underneath. "You can tickle me, senpai." She said, moving her arm up to reveal her armpit.

Gulping, he decided to just do it and get it over with. His finger slowly began to approach the girl's vulnerable arm pit.

As the finger slowly approached the girl, she started to whistle harsher and harsher while her face started to get redder and redder. Sweat became visible on her skin as she suddenly felt hot. 'Senpai's going to touch me... he can't touch me there yet!' She screamed in her mind. So she made her decision.

She chickened out.

"Just kidding!" Quickly covering her armpit, she lowered her arms. "Let's not."

"Huh?"

Blushing, she looked at him with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You had creeper eyes," she said, sweating.

After calming down, Nagatoro buttoned up her shirt. "Oh yeah, there's a video I wanted to show you."

Not looking away from his canvas, he nodded to show he was listening. "What video?"

Coming up right behind him, she played a video on her phone. "Doesn't this video give you the feels?"

Glancing over his shoulders, he saw a video of a man shearing an animal. "A sheep?"

Excited, she gushed over the video. "Look at all that poofy wool get sheared off! Isn't there something thrilling about it?"

He looked at the face she made, slightly worried for her sanity. "I-I guess it's kind of satisfying to watch?"

"Right? The feels!"

Seeing that no need to pay anymore attention, he went back to his drawing.

Looking at his head, she stared at his hair. She then looked back to the video before looking back again at his hair. "You're hair is getting pretty long, too, senpai."

Not fully paying attention, he responded back. "Yeah. I haven't been to a barber shop in a while."

Staring longer at his head, she saw a fluffy sheep overlap with his hair. Smiling devilishly, she decided it was time to enact her plan.

"Do you ever get your hair sheared?" She asked.

That finally got his attention. "What?! I'm not a sheep!"

Putting a hand to her mouth, she giggled. "I mean, you kind of are." Rubbing his hair with both hands, she ran her fingers through his fluffy mane. 'Wow,' she thought, 'IT'S. SO. FLUFFY!'

"You're going to have hard time seeing if you don't do something about it."

Shaking his head, he managed to get his hair out of her hands. Covering his head with his hands, he made sure she didn't try to reach for it again. "I'll go to a barber shop tomorrow. S-So please don't touch it. It's kind of dirty."

But this response seemed to egg her on. "The barber shop?" Grabbing something from her backpack, she walked back to him. "I'll give you a hand instead."

He turned around to see what she was talking about. Giving him a scary smile, she was holding a hair cutter. "With shearing." With a press, the hair cutter turned on, vibrating.

"Why do you have that?!" He shouted, backing away while gripping his hair.

"I borrowed it from my brother and just happened to have it with me. That's all."

"Lies!"

With a crazed look in her eye, she began to slightly drool. "Imagine how satisfying it'd be to shear off all of Senpai's poofball."

"I said I'm not a sheep!" The distance was closing between them.

"Can't I? Please?"

"No!"

"Just a little bit? Just the tip! Come on!"

Backed up against the busts of various artists, he panicked as Nagatoro got closer with the razor. "I've never had my hair cut so short at the barber that they'd ever user a shaver!"

Pausing, she took time to consider his statement. Pouting, she turned off the shaver. "Nuts." Putting the shaver down, she went back to her backpack. Pulling out a comb and scissors, she showed them to him. "Fine, with scissors, then." She said while snipping the air.

Her holding anything remotely dangerous made him anxious. Especially for his own health. "I don't think this is a job for beginners, Nagatoro."

"I'm pretty good at cutting hair." She said proudly.

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

"I'm sure." She assured him with the utmost confidence. "I cut my brother's hair at home sometimes."

"It's a lot of work," he began, "I can't ask you to do that."

Seeing his face, she felt that was enough to be rewarded with. As well as cutting his poofy hair. Especially the poofy. "It's fine. It'll be quick. I'll just give you a trim."

"Are you sure you don't want anything." Taking out his wallet, he opened it. "I know high schools like spend a lot of money, so..."

"I already told you, senpai," she said with a tick mark on her head, "Don't worry about. Just let me cut your hair."

Scratching his head, he conceded. "I guess a trim wouldn't hurt."

Giving him a thumbs up, she responded. "I've got this! I'm only going to improve your hair just a little." Leaning down, she gave him a pitying look. "I feel sorry for you having to walk around like that."

"You didn't need to add that!"

Grinning, she stood back up. "Okay, let's start." But suddenly a phone rang. He saw that it came from Nagatoro's pocket. Picking up the phone, she answered it. "Hello?" He heard a voice answer back.

"Hayacchi? I'll return those math notes I borrowed off you." Heard the distant voice of Gamo. "Return!" And, of course, Yoshi.

"Oh, you can give them back to me tomorrow." She said.

"We'll be waiting in class."

"We'll be waiting-" The phone hung up. Seeing that her friends were adamant on returning her math notes, she was stunned at how strange they were acting.

"If you have to be somewhere," he said, "we can do it next time." He really didn't want her to prioritize cutting his hair at her own expense.

She just gave him a smile before putting her phone back in her pocket. "Just a second. I'll be right back." Seeing her not giving a no, he just let her be. "Okay," he said, watching her leave the classroom.

Unknown to either of the students as Nagatoro was running down the hall was a pair of girls giggling from around the corner. One of which was holding a phone in hand.

Seeing nothing better to do while waiting, he went back to drawing.

'Hmm,' he thought while shading in the shadows, 'Maybe my hair is getting a bit to long.' He then heard the door slide open.

"Wow, that was fast-" He said turning around. But he stopped when he realized it wasn't Nagatoro who returned, but her friends Gamo and Yoshi who had arrived.

"'Sup.'" Gamo said, giving him a finger salute.

"'Sup,' senpai." Yoshi added, giving him finger guns.

Still traumatized by his last interaction with Nagatoro's friends, his voice wavered as he greeted them. "H-Hello, you two. Sorry, but Nagatoro's not here right now."

"I know."

What.

"Why are you here, then?" He asked them, confused on why they showed up. But they just continued looking around the clubroom, with Yoshi sniffing as she did so.

"Sniff, sniff..."

With her hands on her hip, Gamo gave the room a once-over. "This love nest sure does smell weird."

"A nasty smell?" Yoshi asked.

"It's the smell of oil paints," he said, helplessly smiling as they snooped around.

Yoshi suddenly spotted something from the corner of her eye. "A shaver?" The girls then turned to look at the boy behind them.

"Nagatoro said she'd cut my hair." Looking back at the shaver, they both imagined as a shaver shaved their senpai's hair until he was bald and sparkling. Giving him terrifying grins, they face him, with one of them still holding the razer.

Nope, he wasn't dealing with this. Making a run to the windows, the girls were shocked when he jumped out. They were about to head to the window to check whether or not he survived the fall when they heard his voice.

"I'm free!"

Their shocked faces morphed into anger. "He escaped! Come on, we can still catch him!"

"Catch him!" The two girls raced out of the classroom to give chase to their senpai.

If the girls had just looked outside of the window, they would've been greeted with the sight of their him hanging onto the window sill solely using the grip strength of his fingers. Peeking his head in the window to make sure they were gone, he lifted himself back inside the classroom. He let out of sight of relief.

'That should keep them away from me for a while,' He thought. Hearing the door slide open once more, he was prepared to jump outside the window again, but calmed down seeing that it was just Nagatoro.

"I'm back, senpai. I'm kind of pissed that Gamo and Yoshi didn't even show up like they said they would." She grumbled, holding her arms together under her chest.

"Oh, well." Now smiling, she picked up the comb and scissors. "Let's get back to cutting your hair." Grabbing the a spare sheet, she wrapped it around his neck as he was sitting down on the stool.

Nagatoro took her time, gently combing his hair before snipping his hair here and there. If anyone else were to walk in on the two, they were be greeted to a flowery atmosphere that had pervaded the room.

"Don't cut it too short," he said.

"I know," she responded. "How about like Ikkyu-san short?"

"That's way too short."

Holding up a mirror, she put it in front of his face. "Hoe's about that?" Seeing him still looking at himself, she asked him again. "Well?"

"Yeah," he said, moving his head around to see everything. "I think that looks great. Thanks."

Hearing his compliments, she blushed. Scratching her cheek, she grinned while avoiding eye contact with him. "Although a little bit of a haircut isn't going to change how creepy you are." She said, tapping his nose.

He couldn't himself to be angry at her after all the handwork she put into cutting his hair. "Really, Nagatoro. Thanks."

"No problem, senpai."

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She was sweeping the floor of the Art room, making sure not to miss any stray hair.

It took a little bit of convincing to get her senpai to leave, as he volunteered to clean up, seeing as she already cut his hair. After teasing him a little bit, he caved him and said his goodbyes before leaving school.

After sweeping the hair into a nice and neat pile on top of a sheet, an idea came to her. Closing the clubroom door, she walked back to the pile of hair. Picking up a large clump of hair, she felt it in her hands.

'So soft and poofy,' she thought, tossing it between her hands. 'I wonder what senpai's hair smells like?' Bringing it up to her nose, she inhaled the scent.

'Ooo. It smells like apple and... cinnamon?' The scent made her exhale in a drowsy state. With her eyes closed, she smiled.

'I love senpai's smell~.'

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AN. OK, time for polls for pairings? Here are your options. But keep in mind that ultimately, I'll be deciding the pairings and that these are just to look at when making some decisions. To vote, comment on the option once, writing, "Poggers"

A: Nagatoro

B: Nagatoro + friend group

C: Nagatoro + President

D: Nagatoro + friend group + President